rotzepol

Every beginning has an end, like the rise of the sun  and it’s fall at the end of each day.  Like how everything comes to life in the spring and in the fall it dwindles and fades away.  Bracing it self for the harsh winter that it will endure till spring come to pass again. But just because everything has its beginning  and it’s end it doesn’t mean that it is forever nor eternally dead. Do the flowers not bloom after cold winter days, do the birds not come out to sing and play? Does the sun not rise and fall from day to day as the moon follows it changing its form constantly changing its face. We mustn’t cry, be sad or

Between the rays of light under a torrential rainstorm and thunder, between the sun, the moon and the sky, between the universe, the planets and the stars above, there is where I’d like for us to meet. Between your arms, hands and body, between the heat and the cold of your desires, between the sweet smell of your hair, there is where I’d like for us to meet. Between the sea, lakes, and oceans between valleys, mountains and river streams,  there is where I’d like for us to meet Between bodies linked as one and fused in desire, between kisses, caresses and tenderos touches,  this is where I’d like for us us to meet. Be

Between the rays of light under a torrential rainstorm and thunder, between the sun, the moon and the sky, between the universe, the planets and the stars above, there is where I’d like for us to meet. Between your arms, hands and body, between the heat and the cold of your desires, between the sweet smell of your hair, there is where I’d like for us to meet. Between the sea, lakes, and oceans between valleys, mountains and river streams,  there is where I’d like for us to meet Between bodies linked as one and fused in desire, between kisses, caresses and tenderos touches,  this is where I’d like for us us to meet. Be

You see me, there... From the outside. But, what do you really see? I bet it looks, like, like I have my life together. It looks like I'm a success. You look at me and think "What? What could possibly go wrong for her?" You look at me, and who you see, is not really who I see -- at all. I'm the one Still standing tall The one who seems To have survived the fall I'm the one With the strongest heart The one who seems To not fall apart I'm the one Who has it all together At least from what they see I'm someone better But deep inside That's so untrue I'm broken even more Than you But what would you say How would you act If you saw me fal